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Waiting

Waiting in that still space, between the rising and waning, waxing and setting. Waiting until the heartbeat of the earth reaches up into her core with its raucous, teeming, wild, ragged beauty; its roots cracking the hard stone just enough for her to begin softening into what wants to be born in us, through us, and for us. Again.